Chapter 2372: Silver Ring Demon Python
Gui Ling Xian Yu.Cheng Santong originally hoped to rely on this Yanxin Dan, plus his past understanding of the Profound Realm Dao, to strive for a breakthrough. However, things were far beyond expect..."Who are you, and why are you disturbing my cultivation" the Silver Ring Demon Python spoke first, not out of a desire for peace. The other party had directly used magic treasures; their hostility was extremely clear. 。
The silver ring python's intention was merely to use dialogue to roughly determine the opponent's true form, so that in the subsequent battle, it would not be too passive.
... there were only five portals in the void, not even a ghostly figure. 。It was just five gates, each striking a beam of light that converged. 。The Silver Ring Serpent let out a cold snort, opened its mouth and spat, unleashing a mass of silver light tinged with blood. It collided with the five-colored spiritual light that was weaving through it. The clash of these two forces at the realm of unity created an impact that instantly carved out a massive depression dozens of miles in diameter on the sea surface. 。As for the original seawater of the low depression, it was naturally squeezed out by this surging force, forming huge waves that surged in all directions. 。"It looks mysterious, but its attack power isn't that great." 。"The silver ringed python let out a sneer, but the alertness in its heart did not relax in the slightest." 。With a flick of its tail beneath the sea, the surface, sunken low by the battle, suddenly rose up with a colossal water column thousands of feet high. It spun and surged toward five wondrous gates. 。Five wondrous gates shimmered in the void, and from each emerged several wispy figures, solid as reality. 。The silver-ringed python was taken aback. Naturally, he knew that what stood before him was an illusion, but even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't tell which path was real and which was fake. 。At this time, the five pillars of water, each thousands of feet high, also lost their direction for a moment. Due to the hesitation of the Silver Ring Python itself, the surging momentum of the huge water columns that rose up was also checked. 。The beams of light from those five portals in mid-air twisted and turned, forming five swords of different colors that flew. 。Each one, thrashing in the void, shattered the rising jet of water into a shower of droplets that fell like a sudden downpour on the surface of the sea. 。These five flying swords are the result of Lu Xiaoteng's cultivation of the over the years. As his understanding of illusion deepened over time, Lu Xiaoteng's magical power became increasingly refined. 。Now, it is possible to use the mirror's magic to condense some phantom soldiers. 。weapons such as swords, guns, and spears 。These phantom soldiers are no ordinary magical artifacts. They don't have real bodies; they are merely condensed from the Seven Mirrors of Illusory Dao. Their lethality is lacking, but their transformations are unpredictable and eerie. 。
However, the lethality is insufficient. That's also relative to the target. For those cultivators at the initial stage of fusion, the phantom weapon condensed by Lu Xia Tian is still sharp enough.
Lu Xiaotien practiced many kinds of martial arts, but he was most adept at using attack-type magical artifacts, especially flying swords. 。The ethereal flying sword had, for a very long time, become a nightmare-like presence in Lu Xia Tian's life. However, one cannot deny that Lu Xia Tian possesses the deepest understanding of flying swords. 。In the past, when Lu Xia Tian was forging his phantom soldiers, he tried many kinds of weapons, such as swords, spears, and halberds. In the end, he became proficient in them all, but the most powerful and convenient weapon he mastered was still the flying sword. 。When the illusionary soldiers are cultivated to a certain level, according to the next step in the exercises of the True Illusion Saint Canon, they can be arranged into an array. They rely on the Seven Mirrors of Illusion Dao to form an array of illusionary soldiers. 。Ever-changing 。 。... it is considered that Lu Xia Tian understands another type of attack and defense combined formation besides the Misty Sword Formation... 。However, compared to the ethereal sword formation, this phantom soldier formation is naturally inferior. 。However, for the silver ringed python before him, this phantom soldier's attack methods were extremely strange. 。It may not look very powerful, but once it gets into a fight, you really have to put in the big guns to break through its illusionary soldier's attacks. 。
Five flying swords, piercing the water column, trembled lightly in mid-air. One transformed into ten, ten into a hundred, forming five colorful sword rivers that surged towards the Silver Ring Serpent, attacking it with an ethereal yet tangible force.
In the blink of an eye, thousands upon thousands of five-colored flying swords in the void had already been forged. 。The silver ring python's gaping maw unleashed a torrent of shimmering white breath. Wherever the serpentine blast passed, those ethereal flying sword phantoms scattered and dissolved. 。But more flying swords took shape in the void. 。Without realizing it, more and more flying swords had approached the silver ringed python's side. 。
Clanging... A burst of flying swords slashed onto the silver serpent's shiny scales. The scales, which were as strong as a magic treasure, finally had several silver pieces cut off after being attacked repeatedly. The sword blade went deep into the flesh, bringing out strings of blood beads, causing the silver ringed python to hiss in pain.
Even now, in the silver ringed serpent's eyes, a glimmer of panic began to appear. The sea had become a raging tempest, and what was once a tranquil surface was now a churning cauldron of waves. 。The silver ring serpent only faced a single magic artifact of its opponent, it had not even revealed the opponent's true form. 。Those five illusory gateways stood motionless in the void. 。As for the five-colored flying swords that gathered in the air like a river, most of them were phantoms. Only five were truly capable of attacking. 。Those five flying swords were not actually very powerful, but they were incredibly elusive, making it difficult for him to tell the real from the fake. Sometimes, even though he was clearly hit by a flying sword, the silver ringed python thought it had captured the true form of the sword. 。
As he exerted his utmost effort to crush the flying sword that had struck him, intending to obliterate it completely, the Silver Ringed Serpent was astonished. Even after he shattered the sword with all his might, the broken pieces seemed to regenerate like a phoenix from ashes. Within the surging river of swords, another blade, almost as powerful, identical in every way, would continuously emerge and strike again, hidden within the vast expanse of the sword river.
Only those five flying swords were truly lethal. Even if two or even three of them were shattered, there would always be more flying swords of nearly equal lethality emerging from the five portals. 。For several days, the silver ringed serpent demon tried repeatedly to escape. But it was blocked each time by the vast river of five-colored swords in mid-air, or by the five beams of multicolored light shot from the five gateways. 。It is not easy to get away. 。Though these five flying swords weren't particularly powerful, they were extremely troublesome for the Silver Ring Python. They were like dull knives cutting flesh, each strike only inflicting a small wound and adding one or two more to the python's body. 。Although it didn't seem serious at first, the two sides fought for several days and nights as time went on. 。The Silver Ring Python realized that if it dragged on like this, it would eventually meet its end. 。With a grit of his teeth, the silver python’s ears flared out like fans. In a monstrous roar, a blinding silver light shot out from its mouth. 。The silver ringed serpent wanted to escape, using the Dinghai Pearl as a means. 。"At this time, Lu Xia Tian's true form, who was hundreds of miles away, had been seated on the edge of the purple gold demon horde. He faced the void and sat motionless for a long time." 。At this moment, he suddenly spoke to Yu Xue. 。Two masters of the Fusion Realm fought, their surging energy causing waves to churn even hundreds of miles away. 。Yu Xue, and even the other female attendants on the Zijin Yaojian, were not stupid at all. From the constant sound of fighting and the surging sea, they could tell that the two cultivators in the Heti Jing realm had been fighting for a long time. 。the Fangtian Painted Halberd was running, but its luster was slightly weaker than before. As a symbol of the dragon totem, many dragon races who believed in the totem naturally felt the weakening of t...